Records and knowledge of demons.
Damian looked at the stacks filling every flat surface of the Sacred Hall of Truth, his eyes moving across bound grimoires and stone plates and pressed bark scrolls with the focused appetite of someone who had been waiting for exactly this and was ready to consume all of it in the half day they had left.
He was already reaching toward the nearest stack when he caught the Hallowed Voice watching him from the side with sharp eyes and a smile that suggested the old man was waiting for something.
The Hallowed Voice turned his head slightly toward Serala.
Serala cleared her throat.
"Before you get started," she said, "is it okay if you heal the Saint of Stone first? My teacher."
...!
Damian looked at her.
"Of course," he said.
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